The Darling Of Gotham City//Victor Zsasz

Chapter 4

A week
This damned assassin has been following her around for a damn week.
At this point, Darling couldn't tell if he was enduring, or just annoying. She had decided on a point somewhere in between the two.
On one hand, he was useful if anyone got too close to her or if she was so bored that she wanted to tear out her own hair. On the other hand, he kept eating all of her muffins. It didn't matter what kind, blueberry, strawberry, anything, her landlord would give her a basket, and within a few hours, the next morning if she was lucky, they'd all be gone.

This morning was a perfect example of this. Her landlord, a sweet older lady named Judith had come around at about 8 o'clock with a basket of a dozen freshly baked apple cinnamon muffins. Darling had taken a shower and started on writing a new song. When she came down stairs maybe 2 hours later to get a coffee, Victor was lounging on the couch reading a book with a half eaten muffin shoved into his mouth. There were only 5 left in the basket.
"Do I need to get a safe for my muffins?"
She asked in a mumble as she poured herself a cup of black coffee, not putting any sugar in it before taking a long sip. It never failed to make Victor cringe when she would drink boiling hot coffee without letting it cool down first or even blowing on it.
The assassin shrugged, pulling the muffin out of his mouth.
"The most that would do it buy you-"
He paused, seemingly to do some counting in his head.
"-maybe an hour"
Darling sighed and rolled her eyes. Gods he was annoying. It was only then that the singer looked at the man long enough to realise that he was already dressed in his his suit, gun holsters and all hidden under his midnight black jacket. Really? It wasn't even 12 yet, and they weren't planning on going out today.
"Do you even own any other clothes?"
Victor looked up from his book, looked at her, looked down at his clothes, then back at her before shrugging.
"Jesus Christ Zsasz"
Darling dragged her fingers through her hair, pulling the slightly curled violet strands out of her face.

Victor has been making a conscious effort to keep the smirk off of his face until she wasn't looking.
"Well if it bothers you so much"
The smirk was practically audible in his voice as he sat forward and pulled the suit jacket off of his shoulders and dropped it into the coffee table.
Alas, he didn't stop there, making eye contact with Darling as he unbuckled his holster, setting it and his guns on top of his jacket.
Darling was quick to look away, not even noticing that she was blushing until she felt the head spreading along her cheeks.
"Whatever"
She mumbled, refusing to face his direction as she and her coffee went back upstairs. That made Victor laugh, she was certainly the most interesting person that he had been tasked with guarding so far. He stretched his arms behind his head and his black button up shirt strained at the seams. Though he would never admit it, it did get hot wearing a full black suit all the time, especially in the summer, he had just gotten used to it at this point.
And yes. He did own other clothes.

Victor was so concentrated on the book he was reading (and the muffin he was eating) that he actually jumped a little when he felt a pair of hands grasp at his shoulders from behind.
"Rest times over big boy"
Yes. She had been calling him that all week.
"Fish wants to talk to me"
Victor made a face that could only be described as an 'oh boy' expression. He didn't have any problems with Fish, not like Maroni, she just wasn't fun to be around.
Darling had already gotten dressed, having put on a tight black cocktail dress and thrown her hair up into a cute messy ponytail.

"I suppose that means you want me to put my clothes back on."
Darling rolled her eyes at the comment, as well as the wide smirk that found a home on the assassins lips. Gods he was annoying.
The singer ended up actually going to leave without him, which resulted in him jumping off of the couch and running to the elevator just before the doors finished closing, jacket and harness in hand.
He had to put them on in the elevator, much to his annoyance.
"Really?"
The singer shrugged.
"I told you we were leaving."
Victor gave a sarcastic laugh as he slid his jacket back onto his shoulders, not bothering to button it up in case he needed to reach for his guns.